POEM/ THAT OLD PLACE

That Old Place
© 2008
CreativeVibes

It was never much to look at
Battered walls and creaking floors
Worn out carpet, no inside plumbing
Problems by the scores

No money or time to fix the repairs
A shelter from the cold and sun
That old place was always full of love
When in it, always a place of fun

I remember the long wooden table
Gramp made it with his own hands
He made your rocking chair and tons of toys
We could wind up with rubber bands

The old place was never much to look at
But, you made it a wonderful retreat
That table covered with your simple cooking
The cakes, apple pies baked fresh from the tree

I remember the Irish songs and stories
Oh Danny Boy and Wild Irish Rose
But, Bell Bottom Trousers Coat of Navy Blue
You’d sing and chase away any blues

Though it belongs to others now
And the house and grounds look new
That old place had you and Gramps
When I drive by, I still see Gramps and You